Clover Necklaces

by Sherry Riter in Memory,Nature

dandelion and butterfly

It almost felt like Spring was in the air today, so it is hard to believe that just a few weeks ago we were buried with snow. As a child, I spent most of my time outside during the Spring and Summer. Since my sister was four years younger, I learned to play alone.

I made little rafts of dried leaves for ants.

I chased butterflies.

I sat very still hoping for dragonflies to land close to me.

I leaned back in my swing and watched the clouds float along.

I cooked pretend dandelion soup.

One of my most favorite things to do was to make clover flower necklaces. I would pick pink and white clover flowers, put a small slit with my plastic “play” knife at the bottom of the stem creating a hole. Next, I inserted the stem of the next clover flower through the hole until it was flush with the stem. Then I would cut a slit in that stem and pull another flower through the hole until it was flush with the stem. I did this until it was long enough to make a necklace (a very primitive lei) and then I tied the two stem ends together.

Bees chased me.

I made a new necklace at least five times a week.

I was too ignorant to realize that twenty clover flowers hanging around my neck made me very attractive to the buzzing bees.

Ignorance is not always bliss.

Now I understand why my mother didn’t wear her necklace very long.

clover flower

I should tell you about the Cowboys and Indians tomorrow. Then you will be laughing that not only did I look like an orange tipped matchstick that wore necklaces to attract bees, but that I simply had no common sense.

Did you make clover flower necklaces? Did the bees chase you too? What did you do outside during the summer?

There is a garden
in every childhood,
an enchanted place
where colors are brighter,
the air softer,
and the morning
more fragrant
than ever again.”

~Elizabeth Lawrence~

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{ 4 comments… read them below or add one }

1 KK March 6, 2010 at 4:09 am

I was too scared of bees. And I was usually climbing a tree!


2 Blackberry Jam Cafe March 6, 2010 at 11:27 am

Love this post – how many kids were running around with bees chasing them, while wearing their pretty clover necklaces! Great memory.


3 Oh Sew Good March 6, 2010 at 12:56 pm

I used to play that I was either a horse or a dog. I don't recall bees chasing me and probably because I could out run them. 🙂 LOL!


4 ellemae07 March 8, 2010 at 4:00 am

I love your blog, great childhood stories!


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